On the second day of June, I was celebrating the first day of Pride in (arguably) the gayest town in New England. I fully expected the streets to be flooded with glitter, but all I saw were gym bros gripping their girlfriends’ hands, taking up all of the sidewalk space as they marched two-by-two under rainbow flags.
Where were the homosexuals, you ask?
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La Bodeguita de Mima Cuban Restaurant and Rum Bar is a mouthful. But then, everything about this place is larger than life, from the portions to the physical building. A baby blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air is parked next to a mural of a smoking cigar that you can almost smell (or maybe it was the smoke from the cigar lounge in the back), all while Cuban music leaks out like sweat from your abuelo’s forehead after dancing cha cha cha. And you’re not even inside yet.
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In the hilly neighborhood of Sleepy Hollow, New York, you’ll never find parking, but you will absolutely find the freshest Cuban croquetas on this side of the Hudson River.
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Taking a Cuban on a tour of DC’s recognizable monuments and memorials? Pump up their ego by taking them to the Cuban American Friendship Urn. You’ll find it in Parking Lot A, under the overpass of 395, a mere blocks away from the Jefferson Memorial. Don’t worry, a real Cuban will not be deflated by its location, but may ask you to crop out the line of parked cars in the background.
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a little cuban goes a long way 